I haven't been doing too bad on it though. There are several people going at it Biggest Loser style, and are dropping an average of 5-10 pounds a week (although I do wonder if they'll keep it up after the contest...). Personally, I dropped five pounds first week, gained them back the next thanks to my monthly, and have steadily dropped an average of two pounds since then, which leaves me at a total of 8 'official' pounds (plus the yo-yo weight of five for a total of 13) loss.

So, not too bad at all. Probably not enough to win the contest, but then I didn't expect to win anyway because I'm using it as an excuse for motivation rather than to win the prize. :)

The good news is that I'm now officially back in the 180s, which makes me very very happy.

So, I've been feeling slightly 'off' since Thursday. Nothing really notable--a little stomach upset, slight diarrhea that I could blame on the roast beef in the cafe not quite being cooked enough on Friday, the week from hell at work, feeling unusually tired last night, etc (I actually went straight to bed after signing off from Zangarmarsh last night and slept until 10 this morning...a twelve hour sleep). Overall, not enough to complain about, so I didn't note it.

Until this morning, when I finally crawled out of bed (once at 7 to feed the cats--stayed up long enough for that and decided I needed more sleep, since I was dozing off as soon as I sat down--and then 'officially' at 10). Eyes all gunked and crusted up, slight headache, running stuffed nose, and the threat of an incoming sore throat.

Congrats, it's a head cold. :P

Anyhow, wrapped up on the recliner in a nice fleece blanket, watching the original The Poseidon Adventure, sipping on coffee heavily laced with ground cinnamon (the cinnamon really does help with sore throats), and contemplating the fact that I need to vacuum, do laundry, and wash my hair. None of which I want to do, because it requires movement.

Blargh. I'll probably sign into WoW later...but right now...just...blargh. I was supposed to do house chores today and have neither energy nor inclination.

I went home, took out my contacts, and crashed until the cat woke me up for dinner. So I got up, fed her, took a bath, put on my glasses and vegged for the rest of the night, which ended three hours later and after watching the last PotC movie. Which was...okay. I think I'm happier with just liking the first movie as a stand alone.

I also let the Zyrtec run its course. Now that I'm off it, I actually feel a LOT better, and my eyes, though still slightly red, are nowhere near as bad as they were yesterday (that's probably lack of the same amount of allergens in the air, but still...). I suspect Zyrtec and I are not destined to be friends. Which is fine, because that shit is expensive.

I'm also less grouchy, less feeling like I need to be in the bathroom, and not feeling like I'm going to hurl at all.

Denise Richards still pisses me off big time, though, so I can't blame that on the drugs. ;)

I've forgotten how tight a properly fitting bra feels. Or maybe it just feels tight because I've been wearing ones with bands that are too big for me.

Either way, I have to agree that what they say is true. If you want to look your best, you need to wear the right fitting bra.

Under the cut are my pics from last week in comparison to this week. It's not much of a difference, with as big as I am, but at least my boobs don't look like they're trying to exit stage left and right now. *g*

Buildings are three stories tall. My own court has 14 'sets' of stairs. Added bonus--even if it rains, if I jog from stairwell to stairwell, I won't get too terribly wet. (I'm questioning the wisdom of running up and down the stairs, though--don't want to disturb the neighbors. Going up/down at a good walking clip might be okay, though.).